Babyface Ray - Idols lyrics

[Intro] Yeah ni**a got a few cups floatin' through this motherfu*ker, man ni**a got the syrup with the champagne flow, you hear me? [Chorus] For real, my ni**as step in designer (Steppin', swervin', servin', you know what I'm sayin'? Same old sh*t, stayin' lit) From the dirt, rock diamonds (ni**as be like this, we iced up now) Eatin' good, still grindin' (Still grindin', ni**a, feel me?) The street ni**as was idols [Verse 1] Street ni**as and dealers, they my ni**as, can't help how we raised fu*k playin', we go and get it (Mmm-mmm) I done seen a lot, got scars from bein' a witness (Mhm) Touch down, shop, fu*k mail, we take it with us (I'm gone) Hopped out Glock, Rodeo, they takin' pictures (Who?) Wock' my pop, left hand, it look like glitter (Yeah) Soakin' game from the ones, probably wouldn't be this You ain't got tunnel vision, probably never be sh*t (Never be sh*t) Gotta lock in, focus, when you up, hoes notice Keep it in, if you don't, same b*tch turn bogus (fu*k her) Foreign whip up to date, drive the b*tch like it's stolen Fresh as hell, thinkin' pape' with a thick b*tch rollin' (Fresh as hell) Ten milli', one up top, yeah, that big b*tch on me (Yeah) Young ni**a screamin' opps, fu*k that, get money (fu*k that sh*t) I been heavy on the trust, give a fu*k if you love me Don't complain in the rain, 'cause when sh*t get sunny, ni**a (Tryna tell you, look) [Chorus] For real, my ni**as step in designer (Yeah) From the dirt, rock diamonds (Exotic everything, ni**a) Eatin' good, still grindin' The street ni**as was idols [Verse 2] Street ni**as and dealers, they my homies (Yeah) Don't advise you run up on me, you don't know me (fu*k is you?) Came from zero like Brodie, now who want it? (Yeah) ni**a, hate the game, not the player, Pretty Tony (ni**a, hate the game) ni**as say your name not clean, boy, your papers, gotta show me (What?) Tryna blend with the gang, but it's real ni**as only (Real ni**as only) Steppin' all foreign, got me feelin' like Ginóbili (Steppin' all foreign) Tryna fight a demon, pop a pill to beat a zone [Chorus] For real, my ni**as step in designer (Steppin', swervin', servin', you know what I'm sayin'? Same old sh*t, stayin' lit) From the dirt, rock diamonds (ni**as be like this, we iced up now) Eatin' good, still grindin' (Still grindin', ni**a, feel me?) The street ni**as was idols